The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

There are many themes and symbolism that I look forward to discussing in class. However, one that caught my interest and attention is who the hell in the narrator. (excuse my language). Most of the time, when reading, it’s something that passes my head as in whether its in third person, or first, and whether its a someone whose all knowing or an actual character and it doesn’t go past that. Yet with the different pro-nouns being thrown around by the narrator it made me look deeper into it while reading.

First the narrator starts of by describing or I feel like trying to convince us that Omelas is this wonderful place where there are “broad green meadows,” wonderful place where “broad green meadows” “quiet merry women” “boys and girls naked in the bright air” (pg 1) all this emerging from a summer’s day. Overall by this description this is a land full of joy and happy people. I feel like the narrator is trying to convince because of the line where he is asking a question to the reader “how is one to tell about joy?” as if trying to say the joy is so big and these people are so great it’s be difficult just to put them into words.

Then next line is where the though explodes in mind. When he describes the Omela’s he says “THEY were not simple folk, you see, though they were happy”, Yet this time he also says “But WE do not say the words of cheer much any more.” At this point I believe that at one point the narrator could of been park of the Omelas. On page two he continues describing the Omelas by using “they“. But at some point says “but they are not less complex than US…celebration of joy.” (page2) When I read this I feel like the narrator is now trying to put the reader as part of the US. I also realize how the narrator is trying to make the distinction of the Omelas and how “US” or we think of life and how things should be.

At one point the narrator also says that the omelas could be happy with or with out material things, thing which have not been invented “here” (pg2) at this point i’m wondering where the narrator is when he says “here.”

Pg3- The narrator describes him/herself as part of the Omelas by saying “as we did without clergy, let us do without soldier” Maybe saying that the narrator was truly at one point part of them, and that was their belief and motto.

Someone that also adds to the point is that when the narrator was describing about the omelas knowing about the young boy who is locked away, i feel like he/she is trying to justify ever having felt that way, that having the happiness of a bunch of people was worth the inhumanity and sacrifice of a child’s freedom and happiness. Specifically on page 6- paragraph two. When the narrator is explaining the reasons this child does not deserve to have freedom and be loved.

Since there are distinction between whether the narrator is characterizing him/herself as at one point being an Omela or being the reader from reality leaves me to infer that maybe the land that they walk away to (on page 7) is the real world. Where this happiness with no form of structure is not attainable.

 

 

The Yellow Wallpaper…Huh?

There is one line in this short story, which is used to describe the wallpaper, that describes how I feel about this reading. “You think you mastered it, but just as you get well underway in following, it tums a back somersault and there you are. It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you, it is like a bad dream” (pg.5) By this i mean that this read was really confusing, and just when you think you have an idea of what might be going on, something different happens and you loose the grasp of that idea. I had to read it multiple times, on my last try I decided to break down the reading as we do in class and try to grasp elements of fiction as I went along.

I understood that there is a women who according to her husband, and any other physician, might be suffering from some type of nervous condition. I believe that the husband thinks that the nervous condition is coming from writing and allowing her imagination to run wild. He says that ” my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies,” So he brings her to this summer house, while they do renovations in their own house, so that she can “relax and enjoy the air” as that seems to be his cure. From the beginning you see that the narrator is place in a setting created to strip her down of her true self. The windows are “barred”, she has a beautiful view of the outside, yet has to endure the “hideous” wall paper as if trapped, she has a husband who is telling her what to do even though she has in-sign on what truthfully might make her better. She says “Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. But what is one to do?” We already see the relationship between the husband and wife. The last questions shows how she feels helpless.

To me the concept of the wallpaper to me is a way of the character describing herself. She begins to describe the wallpaper as “dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when follow the lame uncertain curves for little distance then suddenly commit suicide — plunge off at outrageous angles destroy themselves in unheard contradictions.” This here is probably how she views her condition and how following the wrong treatment might lead to self destruction. The last line probably how she feels about all the thoughts in her mind contradicting themselves with what people tell her. She eventually starts to see a women behind the wallpaper and at times it looks like the women is trapped by the wallpaper. Even though now there is literally a women, I feel like she is still the wallpaper. To me the significance of her ripping the wallpaper at the end so the women can come out, is her ripping away her own barrier. The barrier being the believe that she needs to trap her imagination and stay away from writing and of listen to her husband’s every command.  She rips the (wallpaper, the barrier) so that her true inner self can emerge.

At one point she says “lay there hours trying to decide where that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separably.” My above statement proves that maybe by the the front patter she means the image she has to maintain( the barrier keeping her true self inside) and the inner patter which eventually becomes a person, in her true self (the women) she is hiding inside.

It was interesting trying to decipher a deeper meaning, even though the text it’s self was of a women over coming her mental problem. The ending of her crawling, I have no idea what that’s about, just picturing it I imagine one really crazy person.

Two Kinds

I feel like the mother in this short story resembles most mothers out there. One who wants their child to be the best that they can be. Since at such a young age they cannot see this for themselves, the mother pushes them to do certain things they might not want to. The main character’s mother told her ” Only two kinds of daughters, those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind! Only one kind of daughter can live in this house” (pg. 1228) Even though it may seem as if the mother is forcing the daughter she really is not. She is just trying to ignite something from deep within her daughter, so her daughter can see that she is destine for good things. I feel this because the opening sentence of the short story states. “My mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in America.” This shows that her mother is trying to show her daughter to be what she pleases, not what she is told to be, yet at the same time to be obedient.

I feel like through out the story there is a transition on the main character’s demeanor. She goes from the believe that her mother was forcing things upon her, to seeing her mother as someone who always maintained the hope that she will strive. I feel like this transition becomes evident when the main character says “And worse. I never asked her what frightened me the most. Why had she given up hope?” (pg1229)  Even though there was a rebellious girl in the main character, she always secretly liked that her mother pushed her to be things she herself though she couldn’t be. Even the conversion following the above quote, you can see that the mother still had not given up hope, and this realization made the main character feel “proud, as if it were “a shiny trophy I had won back.”(pg1229) Even though she means the piano resembles her trophy. I think she means the actual trophy is gaining her mother’s hope back, the believe that she can still be the “genius” she was meant to be.

 

Who’s Irish

The first thing I noticed when I started reading this short story is that the narrator is dictating the short story in broken up English. It is literally written as someone who just learned English would speak. At times it would make it difficult to understand so I would have to re-read sentences.

Through out the story the mother clearly expresses her views on Americans. She tends to use racist comments and prejudice when she does so. She states that Sophie’s “nice Chinese side swallowed up by her wild Shea (irish) side.” (616) She also uses the color of people’s skin to describe them. She calls sophie “brown,” (616) the african-americans “black,”(614) and anybody whose light skinned even if they aren’t american “white.”(614) She says “Even the black people doing better these days,”(614) as if it was beyond the african american people to be in a better economic situation than anyone else. Im not sure whether she does this because she doesn’t know any better or if she’s just simply not afraid to speak her mind. Here we see the difference between the daughter and mother. When arguing it says the daughter would look the other way when she made a point valid as to not embarass the other person (614), and here we have the mother whose so bold and straight forward. This is maybe because the difference in culture. The mother embraces her Chinese culture, as for the daughter has embraced the american culture.

She also speaks about China as a place that is better than america, even though she fled China to come to America and have a better life. Through out the story you see many comparisons between the two countries. She says in america we use the word creative, in china there is difficult or not difficult. In america there is the word supportive associated with a mother to daughter, in china the daughter takes care of the mother. Through these statements we see, her strong views of both. I believe that in the mother’s mind china is a well structured place full with dedicated hard working people and america is this land where everyone lets loose. Yet also I feel like this shows the conflict between the mother and daughter that will separate them unless they meet common ground.

The Story of an Hour

Being that I have read other stories by Kate Chopping, I automatically placed my mind set into the 1800s. She tends to write about women and embracing their sexuality and striving for the independence they are technically not entitled to, at the time, but according to her should have had.

With this short story I focused on the the last line.

“When the doctor came they said she had died of heart disease—of joy that kills.”

An immediate assumption would probably be that Mrs.Mallard died of a heart attack because she though her “beloved” husband had died and then just shows up on her door step. But I think differently.

Mrs. Mallard had like an automatic reaction of crying. However when she went to her room things changed. She started re-evaluating her life and current situation. Even though it was a rainy day, she saw all the beauties of the outside and describes it by using phrases such as “delicious breath,“new spring life,” “patches of blue sky.” She then eventually realizes that her years “would belong to her absolutely.” To me that symbolizes how she views herself as her own person and not an extension of a man. She feels as if she is free to do as she pleases.

From the beginning the author states that Mrs.Mallard has “heart trouble” and although that is a medical condition, I feel like her heart troubles really emerge from all the suppression of emotions and lack of love.

So when they say she dies of joy that kills, I believe the true joy isn’t really that her husband is alive. But it’s actually the joy of realizing that she was so close to achieving that freedom that she yearned for and having it completely snatched away from her. She saw a new meaning to life and being stripped away from that realization ended up stripping her away from life and reality itself.

Overall I actually enjoyed reading this short story.

 

HieThere I’m Mairovi

Hello fellow classmates,

Mairovi

My name is Mairovi Garcia and I was born in The Dominican Republic but came to the United States when i was about 7 years old. I’ve been living in Brooklyn ever since and love it (for the most part). I am attending New York City College Of Technology in hopes of achieving a Bachelor’s Degree in Hospitality and Management. I currently work at Hotel BPM Brooklyn, an independent hotel which makes its one year anniversary this month. Hopefully, in this lifetime, I get to not only be a GM of a great hotel but also own my own.

My favorite genre of literate is fiction/Drama. I don’t necessarily have a favorite book, however I do enjoy reading the many trilogies of Nora Roberts. I enjoy reading books for pleasure, especially when I’m waiting on something or someone. I dislike reading books too difficult to understand, to the point where I have to look up the meaning of every other word. As a reader and writer my weakness would most likely be vocabulary. Although the more I read the wider my vocabulary is becoming. My strengths would be understanding the meaning behind what I’m reading, if I don’t understand I do not move on until I do. In my opinion Literature is something that’s written and tends to leave and impact or contains some deeper meaning. Overall, for me, fiction literature is anything in which the mind can make up, yet find a sort of artistic way in putting it into words and leaving the reader impacted or wondering. From this course I am expecting to open my mind to many different stories, not just the ones that interest me, and to improve the way that I analyze and think about what I’m actually reading.

I’ve had a lot of experience with technology. Not necessarily with the hardware, more into the software. From computers, to cameras, to tablets, to phones, I am in love with them all.

I look forward to meeting you all and to completing this course.

Don’t hesitate to contact me for anything, I don’t bite. 🙂